TheSongRemainsTheSame

i thinks eternity is beyound infinity

Sure thing TheEvan~~~ Somewhere in the Bible foreknowledge does sing! Yo TheEvan , known before the "foundation (s) of the world. Not predestined. But always times infinity in the ETERNAL MIND OF GOD we are known even as we shall know. that kinda eternal birth. any thots?

conclusion to the New Kind of Christian trilogy. Its tentative title is THE LAST WORD AND THE WORD AFTER THAT. Many of you have been asking about it - it's come along

dig it dmiller and backatcha .......>>>Signs by Tesla And the sign says "long hair freaky people need not apply" So I put my hair under my hat and I went in to ask him why He said you look like a fine outstanding young man I think you'll do So I took off my hat I said "Imagine that Huh Me working for you" Signs Signs Everywhere there's signs Blocking up the scenery Breaking my mind Do this, don't do that Can't you read the sign And the sign says "Anybody caught trespassing will be shot on sight" So I jumped the fence and I yelled at the house, Hey! What gives you the right To put up a fence And keep me out Or to keep Mother Nature in If God was here He'd tell it to your face Man You're some kind of sinner Signs Signs Everywhere there's signs Blocking up the scenery Breaking my mind Do this, don't do that Can't you read the sign Oh Say now mister Can't you read You got to have a shirt and tie to get a seat You can't watch No You can't eat You ain't supposed to be here And the sign says "You got to have a membership card to get inside" Huh And the sign says "Everybody welcome Come in Kneel down and pray" But then they passed around a plate at the end of it all And I didn't have a penny to pay So I got me a pen and paper And I made up my own little sign I said Thank you Lord for thinking about me I'm alive and doing fine Signs Signs Everywhere there's signs Blocking up the scenery Breaking my mind Do this, don't do that Can't you read the sign Signs Signs Everywhere there's signs Blocking up the scenery Breaking my mind Do this, don't do that Can't you read the ~~~ very soon there will be partridges ina pear tree and GrandMa Got Run Over By A Reindeer and Chanukah preceeds the aforementioned events. And then there is Old Lang ZIII! ~~~ ennyhoots~~~who is Alice? is there a thanksgiving song?

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EXCATHEDRA!!!! swak song

Oh my my, never thot that at all!!! I just exited the thread and that's all... i thot~~~ I was cruising this thread last night and saw your reply to me. "I'll check this out later. Did I say something offensive?" I said to meself last night~~~ for it was becomeing fast past my dreams. And here I am NOW and read the thread again and nopper I said nothing offensive. And Nopper EXC did I think your post was directed at me. If it were , I would thinks we would have a peace pipe smoking for sure!!! I have empathy with you concerning dying dads. I had one say later on this year. Pray tell how are you EXC? sweetwildsoul ...if there is only one breath left, what else is there to say?... author unknown

"brave enough"~~~ hmm kudos for us all "brave enough" to hit a nerve~~~ kudos

what do ya think about eternal birth, seed~~~ known since before all creation???

One bong coming up!!!One bong coming up!!! Most classic Rok N Roll stations, I am sure, will keep that song going on!!! Happy Thanksgiving Garth Uhmm Garth , please pass the bong man! >>> >>>> YO dmiller fiddlepicker bluegrass man, if Alice is on a CES tape, please by all means, send me a copy, hahahahahahhh~~~~ hold on i ma still laughing and he's a picking and grinning~~~ Yo dmiller ya dig Roy Clark? >>> Happy Thanksgiving reikilady. There be many a wonder for sure!! >>> Lourdy Have The Mercy mstar1~~~ did i just miss you on the road to Woodstock thaat i never made? i am humbled~~~ Happy Thanksgiving m star 1 >>> where should it all go? Just leave no parcel with a return address!!! Happy Thanksgiving George Aar ps ~~~ any response on the Main Entry: [2]mandarin Function: adjective Date: 1604 1 : of, relating to, or typical of a mandarin 2 : marked by polished ornate complexity of language ? >>> hmmm, where is Obie when ya need him? Again Happy Thanksgiving mstar1 >>> roK oN Wacky Funster, you make Everything groovey!!! Happy Thanksgiving oh FUNSTER!!!!!!! >>> awesome >>> Ai'nt it so!!! Happy Thanks ChattyKathy Giving!!! >>> Pirate1974, quite a story when a picture of fact is involved! Happy Thanksgiving to you Pirate1974 >>> Happy ThanksWhiteDove Giving!!! >>> Linda Z~~~~ Happy Thanksgiving!!!! >>> ALICES RESTAURANT IS A SONG THAT NEVER ENDS HAPPY THANKSGIVING from steven

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Aleta St. James obviously has quite a substantial cash flow as well as clients to insure her twins are well taken care. just a thot

Alice's Restaurant By Arlo Guthrie This song is called Alice's Restaurant, and it's about Alice, and the restaurant, but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant, that's just the name of the song, and that's why I called the song Alice's Restaurant. You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant Walk right in it's around the back Just a half a mile from the railroad track You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago on Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the restaurant, but Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and Fasha the dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of room downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havin' all that room, seein' as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn't have to take out their garbage for a long time. We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it'd be a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump. So we took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the city dump. Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the dump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving." And we had never heard of a dump closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage. We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we decided to throw our's down. That's what we did, and drove back to the church, had a thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get up until the next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie. He said, "Kid, we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it." And I said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope under that garbage." After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the police officer's station. So we got in the red VW microbus with the shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the police officer's station. Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at the police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn't very likely, and we didn't expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out and told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinity again, which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer's station there was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we was both immediately arrested. Handcuffed. And I said "Obie, I don't think I can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on." He said, "Shut up, kid. Get in the back of the patrol car." And that's what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the quote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town of Stockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stop signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars, being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer's station. They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and they took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. Took pictures of the approach, the getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that's not to mention the aerial photography. After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was going to put us in the cell. Said, "Kid, I'm going to put you in the cell, I want your wallet and your belt." And I said, "Obie, I can understand you wanting my wallet so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you want my belt for?" And he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangings." I said, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?" Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out the toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he took out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars roll out the - roll the toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. Obie was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice (remember Alice? It's a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a few nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back to the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, and didn't get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court. We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We all stood up, and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog. And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry, 'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American blind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, and the judge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. And we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but thats not what I came to tell you about. Came to talk about the draft. They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street, where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected, neglected and selected. I went down to get my physical examination one day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning. `Cause I wanted to look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York, and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all kinds o' mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave me a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604." And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill, KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me, sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy." Didn't feel too good about it. Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections, detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to me at the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, four hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty ugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they was inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no part untouched. Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there, and I walked up and said, "What do you want?" He said, "Kid, we only got one question. Have you ever been arrested?" And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice's Restaurant Massacre, with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all the phenome... - and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, did you ever go to court?" And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on the back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I want you to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W .... NOW kid!!" And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group W's where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly looking people on the bench there. Mother rapers. Father stabbers. Father rapers! Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me! And they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the bench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest father raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean 'n' ugly 'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me and said, "Kid, whad'ya get?" I said, "I didn't get nothing, I had to pay $50 and pick up the garbage." He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?" And I said, "Littering." And they all moved away from me on the bench there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I said, "And creating a nuisance." And they all came back, shook my hand, and we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing, father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the bench. And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of things, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it up and said. "Kids, this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna- know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing- you-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting- officer's-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say", and talked for forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there, and I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the following words: ("KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?") I went over to the sargent, said, "Sargeant, you got a lot a damn gall to ask me if I've rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'm sittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin here on the Group W bench 'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join the army, burn women, kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug." He looked at me and said, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprints off to Washington." And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a study in black and white of my fingerprints. And the only reason I'm singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a situation like that there's only one thing you can do and that's walk into the shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say "Shrink, You can get anything you want, at Alice's restaurant.". And walk out. You know, if one person, just one person does it they may think he's really sick and they won't take him. And if two people, two people do it, in harmony, they may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them. And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. They may think it's an organization. And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. And friends they may thinks it's a movement. And that's what it is , the Alice's Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement, and all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come's around on the guitar. With feeling. So we'll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and sing it when it does. Here it comes. You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant Walk right in it's around the back Just a half a mile from the railroad track You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant That was horrible. If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud. I've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it for another twenty five minutes. I'm not proud... or tired. So we'll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four part harmony and feeling. We're just waitin' for it to come around is what we're doing. All right now. You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant Excepting Alice You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant Walk right in it's around the back Just a half a mile from the railroad track You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant Da da da da da da da dum At Alice's Restaurant ©1966,1967 (Renewed) by Appleseed Music Inc. All Rights Reserved.

That's not funni Satori. That's rather hilariously truthfull a many a laughter.. Wuz up "dearest john linder" fans? Is this Razzale Dazzle, Stick Ball, tackle football on asphalt (no equipment), or a game of ping pong Gumper Style? I know let's play "I Spy". I start. I said it first~~~ i spy with my little eyes something that is: GREEN!!! Fare well fans of the "dearest john linder" unsupport group. Until next time heh heh hahahahhahhaaaa yeah.

I dig the Moses gig. What I'd like to know is what did Moses see before he exhibited the first Ten Commandments?

Thanks Danny for the link. Kewl. Ya kinda' threw me off balance when you chirped Babaji and a link. Kryia yoga has a fascination its destination. I do not promote SRF. Be rest assured of that. BUT i do dig stuff like Kryia yoga, & Leonardo Di Vinnci, & Celtic music, and the depths of pureblack magic voodoo from Haiti (just kidding)~~~~ Ya know though oh invisible one, I do not know what this stuff has in common this thread "Interpretation of Tongues by John Lynn!" Maybe a thread on Kriya, eastern beliefs, etc., would be more appropiate space utilised rather than sitting on this tail gate party. what think you hollow eyes? still stroking your chin? song ..."if ya ever go west, remember that you are traveling with the east... if you ever go south, remember that you traveling with the north... if ya find ya been traveling in circles... do what mice do..."... author unknown

plz continue~~~ laughter to da bone

I would love to check out some further material on Kryia yoga, outside of the SFR thing. Danny *** I'll have my secretary contact yours~~~ uhm, do you have a secretary? kryia yoga!?!? surely you jest with me. ..."outside the SRF "thing"?" whatever do you mean? have you found the ring on monster island? ahhh the islands, like in the emerarld or baby and grand and maybe a little Cozimel? Myrstry Island i hear is a good a stops & as well Treasure Island, & Pleasure, Pirate, Paradise & all other islands!!!!!! but "Monster Island!?!" nah~~~ pick yas up after Gilligans Island. but, iffn ya really have some good info, let me know. because i really don't have a secretary~~~ song

dig that one.

i read Auto Yo about thirty years ago, and another time. i thinks its about 400 plus pages complete with photo documentation and other stuff~~~ The Dr. (unaccredited) Weirwille had a broken ground ceremony with Bishop K.C.P. I am really surprised vp never mentioned Para Yo or even met such a one known in India! i took, uhm, not classes, but rather a purchase of one book {Auto Yo}{which is another story) and ordered the Kryia Yoga material via snail. Maybe 40 bucks for the whole year and like 5 bucks a peice a litho of, babaji ,Lahiri Mahasaya, something yketswar, Para Yo, & jc which i mounted on the wall in front of my cushioned chair from which i prayed. and then i met twi where the wow witnessed to me and i told this wow my recent piece of experience of kryia....{well, that's another story} just a song

listen mike will speak

nopper, not even close. It's not awm It's more like saying Amen really slow. Ya begin at the vocal cords and an otctave below and with exhaling breath through the mouth, and a vibration of harmony rather than the snore of awm. ~~~ somewhere~~~ in the bible~~~ there's the voice~~~ aumcross the universe~~~ >>>> The voice of many waters>>> And there shall be no more sea>>> and etc if ya really like to know how to say AUM~~~ song

How did Paramahansa Yogananda die?

"Are you ready for this?" GOE I did not know Converse made Inverse sizes. This is where I exit this thread. Sir Early, You have spoken well good man. Your arrow splits the arrow in the circle. Thank You Song btps~~~ whatever happened to that primo set of "saw benches" ? Rok On roK oN

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ahh you are and advanced clad grad kewl song